Confessions

Chapter Sixteen

     My hands tightened with every step I took. The closer I got to my destination, the closer I became to drawing blood from the palms of my hands, where my nails dug into the skin of it in anger. I was hoping that no one would answer. More than that I was hoping that Joseph wouldn't answer. Yes, I was going to talk to Henry. I know, dumbest idea ever, right? Well, I didn't care. He hurt Cayla and I was about an inch away from wanting to tear him to pieces. He hurt Cayla.
     My already balled fist knocked on the wooden door. Seconds later I heard movement growing louder by the second. I guess I had a streak of luck that day, because the exact person I wanted to speak to answered the door. Or at least, the person I thought I wanted to speak to. The moment I saw Henry's figure, my fists fell limply at my sides and my throat went dry.
     He says sighed at seeing me standing there. "I thought you'd come..." Still not being able to speak, the sentence was followed by a moment of awkward silence. "Let's, um, talk over there..." He shrugged his shoulders in the direction of the tall oak tree in his back yard. As we walked through the over grown grass I couldn't help but get distracted by the wave of memories flooding my mind. Not just from when we were a couple, but from when we were kids. We have more of a history than you'd think...
     "I-" I began, only to be interrupted at once.
     "I know why you're here." Henry cut me off before I could explode. "I don't know what to say.
     "Well, you could start by apologizing to Cayla and making up some shitty excuse and telling me-" I stopped mid sentence realizing I was rambling.
     "Telling you..." Henry persisted.
     "T-Telling me... nothing, never mind." I was on the verge of tears and I didn't know why. The next few minutes were silent. We both kept our gaze to the unkempt yard below our feet. Once I thought I felt Henry's eyes flicker in my direction, but when I looked back he was turned the opposite direction. I chewed my lip. He bit his cheek. He always did that when he was nervous. It was so cute.
     "How could you?" I shouted without thinking.
     "You one to talk!" Henry retorted with equal volume.
     "What are you-"
     "You think I haven't heard what happened between you and Joe?" He kept up and angry manor, but I swear I saw a smirk flicker across his pale face.
     "I- I should go..." As I began to turn Henry blurted "Wait!" I spun to face him with a questioning look.
     "I'm sorry. For the thing with Cayla..." I was speechless. "And I'm sorry for this too."
     "For what?"
     "This." At that moment he leaned forward. We were merely inches apart. Henry was advancing by the second. And what did I do. Did I back away? Did I command him to stop at once. Did I feel guilt at the thought of kissing my best friends boy friend? No. I did none of the sort. I stood on my tip toes and leaned into his welcoming arms. Our lips met. I felt no guilt. At least not yet. Henry's hands found the small of my back. They caressed the clothed skin as they advanced to my neck. My own hands easily found his cheeks. They rose until I was caressing his hair. My fingers running through the dark mass automatically. Henry's hands began to move once more until they rested at my waist. I felt his tongue tease my bottom lip where I had bit moments before. I parted my lips and he stroked the gap before entering. We were intertwined. I felt no guilt. Just desire. Just that feeling in the pit of my stomach. The same feeling you get when riding a roller coaster. Then a thought struck me.
     Just last night he had been doing the same thing with Cayla. Was it this passionate? Was there any difference between kissing me and kissing my friend? Did he love Cayla? Did he love me...?
     I immediately pulled away. "Sorry."
I have him a look that said 'I gotta go...'.
     When I was safely locked away in my bedroom, I let the thoughts come rushing through my head. Overwhelmed, I ended up crying myself to sleep in the dead of night.

     I awoke hours later with a tear stained face. After cleaning up and dressing, I hurried to catch the bus. I managed to avoid Joseph when he drove past looking to offer a ride. But, as much as I can try, there's no avoiding Cayla. Especially without her being suspicious. On the ride to school I kept cool and surprisingly, got through pretty easily.
     School was nothing special. Lunch was a half hour of awkwardness that was luckily avoided. Henry had to see a teacher during that time, so it was just Cayla and I.
     When the final bell rang I sped to my locker hoping to avoid the hallway rush. I made it just in time. School was over. No more interesting surprises. At least that's what I thought. When I opened my locker, out fell a small scrap of paper. On one side was a rough sketch of a tall oak tree. On the other one thing was scrawled in messy writing.

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Hey!!!
I hope this chapter was a little better written than the last. So, I just thought I would let you know that I had a HUGE mental war about wether I should end the chapter where I did or at 'At least that's what I thought.' What do you think? Pleas please
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